I gasped quietly. He felt better than I remembered, righter than I remembered.
With one smooth motion, he pulled me down on top of him and rolled me onto my back, diagonally across his king-sized bed. He quickly settled his warm body between my legs, using his muscular thighs to spread my legs wide for him. The weight of him and the warmth of his smooth bare chest pressing against my hard sensitive nipples sparked little contractions deep inside my core. I ached to feel him enter me and release that tension.
He tipped his body to the side, slid his shorts down past his firm ass, and freed his cock before grabbing my hands and sliding them over my head. The length of his hard shaft pressed into the wet and ready valley between my legs, but he held back what I really wanted.
He kissed me forcefully, but his lips were warm and sweet and could possibly be the last thing I’d ever want touching mine. He kissed the sides of my mouth, my chin, my forehead, and nose. I felt a drop of wetness trickle down the side of my cheek, and it took a moment to realize it wasn’t my nervous sweat or emotional tears. It was him.
In a million years, I couldn’t imagine that a man’s tears could touch me or make me love him so deeply—they were always seen as a sign of weakness. But this man. This man. So strong and confident, not giving a shit about showing how he felt, it stripped me down to nothing. Bare. Vulnerable. Cherished.
I poured myself into our kiss and ground my hips against his erection, letting his length slide between my slick folds. He let out a soft groan and rocked himself into me, increasing the friction over my pulsing c-spot.
Oh, God. I felt like I was going to come already. Nobody could turn me on like Maxwell Cole because no man knew me better than him.
Panting hard, I threaded my fingers with his and raised my hips again. I needed him so badly, I wanted to scream.
He released one hand and slid it between our bodies, grabbing his cock and placing the head at my entrance. He made teasing little circles, mixing my wetness with his.
“Please. Please,” I panted, unable to stand it.
Instead of ending the torture, he positioned the head of his shaft just so, allowing me to feel him there, but not giving me more.
He deepened his kiss and once again pinned my hands above my head. I felt so lost in him, in my need for him, and he knew it. He wanted to show me what I was trying to say goodbye to. He wanted to show me that he, too, had power in this relationship and that his might be stronger.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Is this what you want?” He flexed his hips, pushing only a centimeter into me before pulling out again.
“Yes.” I panted.
“You really think you can walk away from me, from us.” Torturously, he pushed the tip inside again, making me lose my mind. “Say it, Lily. Say goodbye now.” This time, he went an inch deeper, enough to give me a taste of the fullness and pressure only his dick could deliver.
“No. I can’t. Please just—”
“That’s right, Lily. You can’t, because you know how good I feel inside you.” He thrust hard with one fluid motion, drawing a sharp gasp from my mouth.
Every inch of my body lit up and pulsed with sensual tension.
My fingers flexed into his palm while he pulled out and thrust into me again, pushing all the way.
“Fuck, Lily. I missed you.” He pumped again, and I threw my head to the side. How was it possible that the sheer act of his hard shaft being inside my body made me feel like this? Like I could reach every star in the sky. Like I wasn’t me anymore, but merely a body he owned. A body he commanded and knew how to torment so deliciously.
I slid my hands from his and moved them to the sides of his face, never wanting to stop or let go of this moment.
Max pumped harder, and I rocked my hips against him, wishing somehow he could get deeper. Not possible. He already touched everything that made me who I was.
Max lifted his torso and pillared his arms to the sides of my head while pistoning his thick cock into me. “Look at me, Lily.”
I opened my lids and saw his hooded hazel eyes locked on my face.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” he said.
I didn’t know how to respond. I’d come here to say goodbye—for me. For my sanity. But feeling him move inside me, his body pressing me into the mattress, his cock sliding in and out, only made me think of staying. Forever.
I came hard, and he came harder, jetting his cum deep inside me in time to each delicious contraction of my muscles. He pushed deeper, willing himself into me. Me inviting him.
I felt it then. That strange buzz that seeps into your soul when someone takes a piece of it. Or maybe connects with you on such a level that your cells shift position to welcome them. I didn’t know, but something changed inside my head. I could not deny how much my soul craved him.